Party Crashers

Lyrics

[Intro: Kristo] Heh, hey (Fuck, fuck a calculator) Fuck, fuck a calculator (Crashers) Fuck, fuck a calculator (Party crashers) Add it up (Fuck a party-p crasher) Add it up, bitch Yee, yee, yee (Fuck a p-p-p, p-p-p-p-party cra-sher) Party crasher (Oww!) [Verse 1: Kristo & A-Wolf] Yeah, hella fresh, hella fresh Cap letter F like I failed my test Throw it in the deck, blowin' up the set Yeah, the surf's up, bitch, so you know what to expect [?] but you posers are reruns Just tryna do everything that we done Your girl probably lookin' for a refund I could pull your chick while I'm lookin' like a beach bum Yeah, I stay G'd up, bruh Throwin' twenty-six inches on a beat-up Buck Pretty young thing in the seat up front A couple speaks in the back beatin' up the trunk, yeah Alright, okay Sun up to sun down, all night, all day, hey, hey Fuck gettin' gn-gn-gnarly (Ahh) Mayday, let's crash this party [Verse 2: A-Wolf] Uh, the party crasher, uh, the party crasher Walkin' to your house like I'm trippin' off acid Talkin' to your spouse like, "Where'd you find that shit?" Too much material, so much plastic And I'm real, a tad old-fashioned Katy Perry feel with a Buddy Holly accent Just a mash of Lupe and Asher You kids are so damn last-year Ha, toilet bowl full of new shit Got Hollywood smellin' like sewage Who is the-the-the coolest? In the party, I gets the [?] Ha, so I'ma wear it out And surf on this motherfuckin' couch, how Ha, ha, 'til I'ma wear it out And tear the fuckin' roof off the house, go, go, go, go, go— [Chorus: A-Wolf] Party crashers Party crashers (Yeahhh) Party crashers Party crashers (Yeahhh) Party crashers (Yeahhh) Party crashers (Yeahhh) Party crashers Party crashers (Yo, put your hands up, up, up) [Verse 3: A-Wolf & Kristo] La-di-da-di, we like to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're too fresh, the prototype So when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic right For all of y'all, I'm keepin' this swell Roll up in your house, take your liquor off your shelf How cool, so fresh to death You could tell by the hickeys on my neck, ha You don't know what's in my cup, man But honestly, I don't give a fuck 'Cause I'ma-I'ma-I'ma drink it up One hand for the bird, other hand on my nuts Yeah, I'm too cool for cool, mayne (Yep) I'm so damn clutch (Ha) First one to drink the Kool-Aid I'ma turn the whole party up My name's Kris and I came to get biz Whole party jumpin' when they listenin' to this I'm so fly like I'm even on a trip Seen a couple hot chicks but they all got dibs I'm leavin' on a jet plane And I don't know where I'm goin' (Ha) But I don't give a fuck, man, it's better than the bus The temperature here's goin' up (Up, up, up...) [Chorus: A-Wolf] Party crashers Party crashers Party crashers Party crashers (Yeahhh) Party crashers Party crashers (Yeah) Party crashers (Yeah) Party crashers (Yeahhhhhhhhhhh) [Outro: A-Wolf & Kristo] Roll up in your bottle (Yeah, yeah) Crash that shit, ha-ha-ha (Hey) Bottle of Bacardi (Bottle of Bacardi) Swag on ten (My swag's on ten) Party crashin' (Party), party crashin' Party crashin' (Party), party crashin' Party crashers (Party), party crashers (Party) Party crashin' (Party), party crashers (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) (Party crashers) Who's swagged out right there? Swag's on twenty-five (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, [?] here) (Yeahhhh) In my old-school (Sing) In my old-school, I'm— Mami think I'm old-school If 2012's an old school How'd I wind up in my underwear-ear? With filthy bottles everywhere-ere? Are you kiddin'? (Are you kiddin'?) Someone call me a cab (Someone call me a cab) W-Where's my car? (W-Where's my car?) What's your name again? (What's your name again?) You wanna make out? (You wanna make out?) It's cool—nah, it's totally cool (It's cool—nah, it's totally cool) We can be friends (We can be friends)